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Tweak says, "FORM VOLTRON!!"

Olive Snook (ittybitty) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-28 17:22:00

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complete, day four, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Day 4
::Who:: Olive and Ned
::What:: Meeting in Olive's Dream
::When:: After the Ball
::Where:: In front of Olive's room and then...
::Rating:: PG, if that?
::Status:: Complete

At this very moment, Olive Snook was walking down the hall in the F Dorm after having been escorted there by some very strange, rather nasty looking little creatures. She continuously gave them strange looks and clutched her skirts, sweeping them out of the way just in case one of them got a little too close. Thankfully, they'd left her once they arrived in the dorm. Clutching the journal to her bosom and the key in her fist she stomped down the hall. She was a little bothered that this dream had gone on for so long. And she was pouting.

She was sure that she'd seen Ned with Chuck out on the balcony when Digby had run through the doors. But she hadn't had time to go check, either. Besides, who would want to break up their little romance party? Not her! She frowned, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. Pigby snorted and trotted to keep up with her. Finally she arrived at the door with the same number as that on her key. She double checked and then stuck the key in the lock. She tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move. She pulled it out and again checked the number. 126 on the door and 126 on the key. It was the right room, sure enough.

She set her jaw, breathing heavily out of her nose before jamming the key into the lock once more. She turned with all her might and then put the journal down and tried with both hands. Nothing. Frustrated she took a step back and kicked the door. Still nothing. In a bit of a rage she yelled at it. "Stupid door! Open or I'll turn you into firewood! See if I don't!" When it still did nothing, she beat her fists against it in a futile effort to get it to budge. She tried wiggling the key again and it still did nothing. Harumphing, she leaned her back against it and crossed her arms over her chest. Her foot caught the journal and slid out from under her, landing her on her tush.

Frustrated, confused, angry and close to tears she dropped her head onto her arms and tried to get a grip. And that's when she noticed that footsteps had come close to her and then stopped.

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bakersman
2009-04-03 12:24 pm UTC (link)

She was good for the ego, he knew that much. Ned always appreciated a compliment, even if he wasn't entirely sure when they were genuine. And Olive did so often enough, and he didn't exactly mean that in the fawning all over him sense. Though, admittedly, she did that less often lately. He had the feeling it had a bit to do with Chuck's appearance, but he couldn't swear to that.

"I honestly can't remember the last time I ate any, either," he admitted, shooting her a shy smile. Well, he'd slipped a piece when he'd had to clear out the rotted fruits and replace them with the live sort when the health inspectors had come by, but that had been about it. The smell was starting to get to him, though; he rarely worked with chocolate and now that he was, it was a little overwhelming. Which rather made him stop and think. Who actually could smell in their dreams? Was it just him?

At her comment on the dress, he only shrugged, turning away again to find some cream. This kitchen had everything else he needed, he doubted he wouldn't find that, too. "I don't, no," he admitted, glaring down at the boots he still wore for a moment. "But you do, don't you? The customers wouldn't mind something like that every once in a while, I don't think. Something...fun." The word was forced out with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. When he was little, Halloween had been fun. Running around the neighborhood with Chuck, going from house to house and gathering sweets. Too bad his father had gone and ruined it.

His eyes darted back in Olive's direction. "Emerson has a daughter?" he pondered, before turning back to the crust being molded under his hands. "Lily is Chuck's mother and Emerson has a kid. I must've hit my head really, really hard."

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